Station 11: Bench for Sitting // Isabel

I've got to set aside my feelings and
Keep my mind from stealing all my energy
I stubbed my toe so hard it's bleeding
And my time with you is fleeting
And I just can't seem to keep my eyes on the page
I've gotta work like a robot
Said the woman to me go not forth with
All of your anger in a cage inside your stomach
Some examples of the trampled men
Who couldn't see their wives again
Though ample opportunity arose
The contrast was stark
Between her calm demeanor and her snide remark
The combinations counted as the confrontations mounted
'Tween the part of me that wanted to, and the other part
Isabel
I don't know you well
But my brain fills your eyes with intrigue
The photos I see of a woman who skis
And holds up the roots of tender ground
Make me wanna send poetic waxings of the season
The moon that waxed before has turned around



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